suffering living in filth dying in filth drowning, choking on your own waste to see you this helpless and my turn to stand idly by im standing by
damn it I done came up. Now you could find me with the finest hoes. Choosin? which whip to drive by what match my clothes. I got a fetish for the
on my own I would seek for peace Then God showed up, and like the old folks say, "He showed out" Gave me my grace plus peace and left no doubt It's on
Forever ghetto Necessary picture food stamps Outlaw thug niggas Never left the boot camp [Verse 2: BuckShot & Cocoa Brovas] I'm a nigga for assignment
plastic Buried the bastard, time to notify, his family Sheeit, ain't nuttin left to be identified Evacuate the crime scene fast Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for
plus Nobody cares what got here Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored Touched by a angel and kissed by
over Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober ni**a talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all ni**az scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for
: inhuman, the mounting of a tragedy macabre resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise driven by hunger for vengeance we're left with little
dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for
Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the
run to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you
: For 15 years Le Bin Son fought side by side with the Americans In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam In '75 Saigon fell and he left his command And
to believe Congregation gathers down by the riverside Preacher stands with his Bible groom stands waitin' for his bride Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a weepin' willow tree Groom stands
it reminds me of my webpage Ya'll people give me headaches It's hard to keep my head straight It's like tryin to go up but held down by dead weight Walk
for more pimpin' - it's time passes by And people are telling me about the look in my eye. Sayin' it seems there's a chip on my shoulder And for some
be given...nor joy Flowing down the gates of Hell - FIRE! I cry for you... Don't spill your tears for me but for your kit and kin; My scions of light
Evidently suicide." A witness heard a horrifying sound He ran to find a woman dead and Lying on the ground Standing by her was a man Nervous, shaking,
Evidently suicide" A witness heard a horrifying sound He ran to find a woman dead and Lying on the ground Standing by her was a man Nervous, shaking
